On the seventh day of Marquis Anding's family's exile, the most beautiful concubine died.

Hanged.

On that dark night, she took advantage of the official's drowsiness and ran to the crooked tree not far away with her old clothes. She tore her old clothes into a rope, tied it to a thick branch, and hung her neck on it.

No one knew when she died, and no one knew how much pain she was in before her death. In short, when people found her, she was already hanging on the crooked tree.

Her eyes were so wide that they seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

Her hair was also very long, and she must have been in great pain before she died.

No one expected that the concubine who had dominated the mansion of Marquis Anding for nearly ten years with her beauty would die so ugly.

The bloodshot eyeballs were almost about to fall out of their sockets, but the naturally excellent pink lips were hanging like a long snake head and could not be retracted.

No one cared about her death.

The officer just glanced at her coldly, then escorted the survivors forward without even leaving her a mat to wrap herself in.

Only her aunt, who had spoken to her a few words on a regular basis, would shake her head and sigh, saying that it was all fate.

After seeing the corpse of that aunt and hearing the sighs of the other aunts, Mo Weixin's heart was no longer as calm as it had been in the first two days since she set out.

She began to feel fearful, afraid that her fate would be the same as that of this aunt.

Because exile is really too painful.

They walked forward like this every day, and would not stop until dark. If they walked too slowly, they would be whipped by the officials.

Days like this left her with no hope at all.

She was so scared that one day, she would die like that aunt because she couldn't stand the suffering of exile.

No, she can't die.

Song Qingxue isn't even dead yet, how could she die before that bitch!

But why hasn’t Zhao Wanqiu sent anyone to rescue her?

…

Inside the palace.

The wailing sounds echoed throughout the palace.

The ministers stood with their heads bowed in the hall, but the one standing next to the dragon throne and speaking today was the Queen Mother.

Both the Emperor and the Regent were killed. Now there is no one in charge of the court. The Queen Mother had no choice but to stand here in grief and discuss with the ministers the issue of how to preside over the government in the future.

"The country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Today, I will appoint an acting ruler on behalf of the emperor. Until a suitable candidate for the crown prince is found, the acting ruler will temporarily control the government."

"This... Your Majesty, this is absolutely not allowed!"

"Why not?" The Queen Mother said sternly, "My Lords, now that the Emperor has passed away, my words no longer count, right?"

"I dare not."

After the ministers responded, the Minister of Rites stood up.

He cupped his hands and said, "Empress Dowager, now that the Emperor has passed away and there are no heirs in the harem, you also said that the country cannot be without a ruler for a day, but there are still two princes. I propose that the ministers of the court nominate one of them to be the new emperor!!"

When the Queen Mother heard this, her expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Humph! The emperor hasn't even been buried yet, and Minister Zhao is already thinking about establishing a new emperor. It's hard not to suspect that you are deliberately trying to support Prince He."

After she said this, many officials in the hall looked at him with strange eyes.

When I think about it carefully, I feel that what the Queen Mother said makes some sense.

As the father-in-law of Prince Heqin, he was the first to take the lead when no one else was talking about establishing a new emperor. His anxious look showed that he just wanted to support Prince Heqin to be the emperor!

Although Prince Heqin is indeed the best candidate, it is indeed too hasty to bring up this matter before the emperor has been buried.

No one among the officials spoke, but Minister Zhao felt very nervous because of the stare.

"Your Majesty, I dare not."

The Queen Mother snorted, "What are you afraid of?"

Minister Zhao lowered his head and said nothing.

"You're not talking? Are you feeling guilty?" The Queen Mother stared at him and suddenly shouted, "Then I want to establish a successor today. I think you all have no objection, right?"

With the precedent set by Minister Zhao, naturally no one dared to object at this time.

This is the most sensitive time period. Who would be stupid enough to actively accept the label of "disrespect"? It would be like thinking that one has lived too long!

There was silence in the hall, and even Minister Zhao did not dare to speak.

The Queen Mother glanced indifferently at everyone in the hall. Just as she was about to speak, she saw a guard running in hurriedly.

"Her Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

The Queen Mother asked quickly, "What's the matter?"

"A large number of troops suddenly poured into the imperial city. At this time, tens of thousands of troops have already entered the palace!"

"What!"

The Queen Mother hurried down the steps, lifting her skirt and walking out quickly.

As soon as I walked out of the hall, I saw Song Qingxue running towards me.

"Auntie!"

Song Qingxue ran to the Queen Mother and said breathlessly, "Aunt, the palace gate has been broken, and the army has broken in!"

"I know." The Queen Mother's face looked very ugly.

The sound of swords clashing gradually got closer. Song Qingxue held the empress dowager with both hands, feeling extremely worried.

The army broke through the obstruction of the guards and marched all the way to the front of the palace, stepping on their flesh and blood.

Song Qingxue subconsciously took half a step forward and blocked the empress dowager behind her.

But the Queen Mother gently pulled her away and stood upright, looking very dignified.

"Xiahou Chun! You are so brave!"

"Now that the emperor and the regent are dead, you old woman are clinging to power. I am bold, but I was forced to do so by you, the queen mother!"

As Xiahou Chun spoke, he walked out from among the soldiers.

He was wearing military uniform at this time, looking like a decent human being, but his attitude was infuriating.

Song Qingxue simply couldn't stand his nonsense and pointed at him angrily and cursed: "What do you mean you were forced to do that? It's obviously your own evil ambitions!"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Chun was not angry. Instead, he smiled and walked closer to Song Qingxue.

"Don't say anything careless, Qingxue."

He called out in an exceptionally gentle voice, but Song Qingxue was so frightened that she got goose bumps all over her body.

"Stop disgusting me!" Song Qingxue said, and couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on her arms.

"You are just being stubborn now." Xiahou Chun snorted and said, "Come here, take Miss Song back to Zhaohua Palace and have someone keep a close eye on her."

Song Qingxue's expression suddenly changed.

"Xiahou Chun! What do you mean?"

Xiahou Chun smiled and raised his hand, gently pinching her chin, and said, "Since ancient times, kings have loved beauties. Qingxue, don't you understand my intention?"

"You are so shameless!" Song Qingxue pushed his hand away.

Apart from shameless, she really didn't know what other words could be used to describe him.

"Thank you for the compliment." Xiahou Chun restrained his smile and said coldly, "Okay, take him away."

"You wish!"

Song Qingxue naturally refused to give in. Seeing that the guards were about to touch her arm, she took the initiative to grab the sword of one of them and stabbed to death several guards who wanted to capture her.

Even though several of them had died in front of her, guards still kept attacking her.

With hot blood splattered on her face, Song Qingxue no longer knew how many people she had killed.

From the initial fear to the current numbness, raising the sword to block and then attacking to kill seemed to have become the memory of the arm.

The buzzing sound of swords clashing continued, and suddenly, someone called out her name.

"Song Qingxue!"

"Qingxue!"

She looked back, but saw only the Queen Mother being held hostage by Xiahou Chun with a sword.

"What are you doing!" Song Qingxue yelled and raised her sword to stab him.

But the next moment, she heard Xiahou Chun say, "Song Qingxue, do you want to resist to the end, or do you want to kill this old woman?"

Song Qingxue pointed her sword at him and shouted, "Xiahou Chun! Let my aunt go!"

"Be obedient and I will not take her life. Otherwise..."

Xiahou Chun paused, and the blade of the sword across the Queen Mother's neck slightly embedded in the Queen Mother's skin, his intention was obvious.